|I don't know how they know a storm is coming, but they know.|
Being here during a big electrical storm is like being on a submarine that's running silent. You have to shut everything completely down. Before the storm got here, I'd already powered down the well pump, all but one of the satellite tv receivers, and then shut down the satellite radio. I disconnected the television receivers from the antenna feeds, and disconnected the satellite radio receiver from both the antenna feed and the power cable. If I hadn't done that before the storm got here, none of that equipment would have been functional today.
I was able to watch the storm coming on the weather channel until the lightning started, then had to shut down that last tv system. I left the internet modem and the router up during the storm. Those are on a good surge suppressor, and they are both covered by insurance anyway. That enabled me to use my Kindle and Intellicast to watch this weather come right on in.
The power failed intermittently throughout the night but I had LED lanterns going so it wasn't that big an inconvenience. I don't like using candles in a big storm because I'm always concerned that if a tree comes down on the house, fire of any kind could set the place blazing. . Everything is made of wood in my buildings, and old cedar burns like a torch.
I've been out around the house this morning, and it doesn't look like I have much more than the normal mess to clean up, tree limbs and pine boughs scattered around. We are in for more bad weather today, but Georgia seems to have gotten off lightly compared to Arkansas, Kansas, Mississippi, and Alabama.
The ferrets did their normal bad weather routine. About 45 minutes before the storm got here, they started trooping down to the lowest level of the house and got under the cedar chest. I have never been able to figure out how they know a storm is coming before you can hear it. Nor do I know why they go down into the basement, except that it's quieter down there. The only time they ever go get under my wife's cedar chest is when a storm is coming. Ragnar, who had his stitches out yesterday afternoon, had some trouble with the stairs so I carried him down. When all the ferrets were alive, it was something to see the seven of them solemnly going down the side of the stairs to their "storm shelter."
I am going out shortly to drive around some and see if there was any damage in my local area. I'll take my camera but I think we escaped any of the kind of trouble that hit the other states last night.